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In some manner they must lure Umballa from his retreat.
It was finally agreed upon that they all return to
the camp and steal back at once in a roundabout way.
They would come sufficiently armed. Later, the
chief could pretend to be walking with his child.

So while Umballa stole forth from his hiding-place,
reasonably certain that his enemies had gone, got
together his mutineers and made arrangements with
them to help him carry away the treasure that night,
the rightful owners were directed to the broken stick
in the damp sand.

That night, when Umballa and his men arrived, a hole
in the sand greeted them. It was shaped like
a mouth, opened in laughter.

CHAPTER XXVI

THE THIRD BAR

It was Ahmed’s suggestion that they in turn
should bury the filigree basket. He reasoned
that if they attempted to proceed with it they would
be followed and sooner or later set upon by Umballa
and the men he had won away from the village chief.
The poor fishermen were gold mad and at present not
accountable for what they did or planned to do.
He advanced that Umballa would have no difficulty in
rousing them to the pitch of murder. Umballa
would have at his beck and call no less than twenty
men, armed and ruthless. Some seventy miles beyond
was British territory and wherever there was British
territory there were British soldiers. With
them they would return, leaving the women in safety
behind.

“The commissioner there will object,”
said the colonel.

“No, Sahib,” replied Ahmed. “The
Mem-sahib has every right in the world to this treasure.
You possess the documents to prove it, and nothing
more would be necessary to the commissioner.”

“But, Ahmed,” interposed Bruce, “we
are none of us British subjects.”

“What difference will that make, Sahib?”

“Quite enough. England is not in the habit
of protecting anybody but her own subjects.
We should probably be held up till everything was
verified at Allaha; and the priests there would not
hesitate to charge us with forgery and heaven knows
what else. Let us bury the basket, by all means,
return for it and carry it away piecemeal. To
carry it away as it is, in bulk, would be courting
suicide.”

Ahmed scratched his chin. Trust a white man
for logic.

“And, besides,” went on Bruce, “the
news would go all over the Orient and the thugs would
come like flies scenting honey. No; this must
be kept secret if we care to get away with it.
It can not be worth less than a million. And
I’ve known white men who would cut our throats
for a handful of rupees.”

For the first time since the expedition started out
the colonel became normal, a man of action, cool in
the head, and foresighted.

“Ahmed, spread out the men around the camp,”
he ordered briskly. “Instruct them to shoot
over the head of any one who approaches; this the
first time. The second time, to kill. Bruce
has the right idea; so let us get busy. Over
there, where that boulder is. The ground will
be damp and soft under it, and when we roll it back
there will be no sign of its having been disturbed.
I used to cache ammunition that way. Give me
that spade.”